The latest is that Tru has turned the corner and he’s much better now. I know because he’s talking again, plus he just cleaned out 2 bowls of porridge for lunch after surviving on a liquid diet for 4 days. That’s always a good sign.
Unfortunately, Kirsten caught it too so she’s a little bummed.
But it’s like she seems to know that her brother has just gone through the same thing and is the only one who understands what it’s like. So she asks for him whenever it hurts.
“I want kor kor,” she’d say with tears in her eyes.
Moments like these, I’m glad they’re close because he’ll think for a moment, then put down his toys and go “ok ok, but you cannot take my cars.”
This morning, they were playing under the covers and I overheard Tru praying for his sister.
Tru: Dear Jesus, please kill mei mei…
Me: Um, sweetie? I think you mean heal mei mei.
Tru: I ask Jesus to kill mei mei so she won’t be in pain anymore.
Me: I’m pretty sure you mean heal.
Tru: No, not heal. KEEEEEL.
Me: Well, unless you mean that mei mei will not have any more pain *ever again*. But I don’t think that’s how Jesus works, baby. And you probably shouldn’t ever pray for Jesus to kill anyone, it’s not very nice. Let’s go with heal for now ok?
Tru: Ok. Dear Jesus, make mei mei better so she can eat food. Amen.